Arrest

Beautiful men wrest my attention.
Necessity burns toward intention.

The making safe wherever I go.
Remembering I can still say no.

Suppressing fear with anxiety.
Nerves survived by inebriety.

One way or other, I move forward.
Somehow & someway, I’m untoward.

I don’t yet know what type soul’s within.
Do we match in original sin?

Risks untaken leave gloried tables.
Without chance, falling’s a forced fable.

Deep breaths, alcohol; & ignore chest.
Beautiful men my attentions wrest.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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